Thursday, 28 March 2013

I was quite pleased with the single sheet book but I want to push the idea further. The way some of the larger cemeteries are laid out feels like the 'stone houses' are arranged in streets that cut across each other. It can feel a bit like a maze. I want to play with this ideas of wandering in and out. So I've started to experiment with structures

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Now 'Where the dead live' has arrived at its destination I can post final images
(This has evolved into a very long post, please feel free
just to look at the pictures)

To me the dead live initially in the memories of those that
knew them. But later as these people also become memories they live on in the
things they left behind. This could be a name on a gravestone, an anonymous
photo, the ruin of a house, an artifact in a museum or junk shop.... The
stories we tell about them may be no more than conjecture and imagination but
while we do there is still some trace of the original person left.

When I started this book I was also looking at the idea of
seeds and seed pods which look dead but which hide inside the promise of new
life. The layered structure of the seed heads with their outer skin and layers
of inner membranes reminded me of books. I decided to experiment with making
paper in a similar shape

Although I decided to follow the idea of memories rather
than plants I was stuck later by how much the drawings I had made looked like lockets,
another place where we store photos and reminders. This gave me the idea of presenting
the pages of the book hanging as though in a jewellery display box.

For the images in the book I used the names of people that I’ve
come across over the years whose story, image or inscription has intrigued me.

Joe’s cup

(handmade paper, drypoint and embossing)

Up on the moors near where we live there is a drystone wall.
It is close to the ruins of Drinkwaters Farm . On this wall there is a small
brass plaque.

Take out a couple of the stones and behind them is a battered
enamel mug, Joe’s cup. The cup belonged to Joe Whitter (1939-1991), a member of
Wigan Phoenix running club. The spring at Drinkwaters was used regularly by Joe and his mates on Sunday morning runs. Joe developed a
brain tumour in 1990 and died after a few months at the age of 52. The 'Joe's
Cup' memorial plaque was placed there a few months later.

Alice Harrison

(handmade paper, embossing, stitch, needle and thread)

This sampler has been hanging in my hall for years. It was
made by Alice Harrison, aged 13. She was one of my husband’s forebears.

Charles Morelli

(handmade paper, etching)

I found this ironwork grave marker in a cemetery in Argeles
sur mer . Who Charles Morrelli was, what type of artist he was or how he died
‘accidentally’ I haven’t been able to find out. His wife went on to live to be 87
years old.

W Wignall

(handmade paper, etching)

I know even less about W Wignall. He is buried in the
graveyard in St Michaels Church, Much Hoole. But nearly 130 years later people
still remember he existed

Jannet Johnston

(handmade paper, etching)

On holiday in Orkney this year I came across three stones
from the same family. They date from the late 1700’s. The imagery with the
skull, bell, book and candle fascinated me. As did the letter forms with I for
J and the joining of N and E. Jannet’s
grave had a long stone on top of it. (I’ve joined 2 photos and tried to edit
them to show the detail here.)

The view over the
cemetery wall was beautiful, but image how isolated this place must have been
when she was alive.

Margaret, Edith and
Eliza

(tracing vellum, inkjet printed)

There is a tradition in the UK of erecting blue plaques on
the houses where notable people have lived. As I worked on ideas for using them
the circles of the plaques started to remind me of the seeds in the pods so I decided
to use more than one name for this page.

On holiday on Orkney I was struck by the number of plaques
on the short street where we were staying in Stromness. Two of the plaques I
used came from here. The other is from Winckley Square in Preston.

Edith Rigby was a suffragette, she was jailed seven times
and committed several acts of arson. According to local stories she scandalised
the neighbours in Winkley Square (all well to do professionals and thoroughly
Victorian upper middle class) by talking to her servants as equals. She once
escaped from the police by climbing over the garden wall dressed as a man.

Not much is known about Margaret Humphrey but from
contemporary sources it is thought she was a widow, who in order to support
herself leased a house in 1836 to use as a hospital for 26 scurvy-ridden
whalers, the survivors of a disaster when 20 ships had become crushed in the
Arctic ice.

There is more information about Eliza Fraser who became
famous (or infamous) following her experiences of a shipwreck in 1836.
According to contemporary sources she was married to James Fraser, master of
the ship that sank. She was captured/rescued by aborigines and then later found
by John Graham, an escaped convict. Later she secretly married another captain in
Sydney and they both returned to England aboard his ship. Controversy followed
when she made a request to the Lord Mayor of London that a charity appeal be
set up for her three children as she was left penniless after her husband had
died. She forgot to mention her marriage to Captain Greene or the £400 received
in Sydney by a fund set up to help her.

The soldier

(Inkjet, cartridge paper, burning)

One leaf in the book doesn’t have a name included. He is
Gilbert Bateman. He was my mother’s uncle. He was wounded in the First World
War although fortunately both he and his brother, Peter Allen, survived. Many
thousands weren’t so lucky. His name isn’t included because he is
representative of all the uncles, fathers, brothers, sons (and all the women
who also volunteered and served) from every country who got caught up in this
madness. Every family has their own memories of them.

Monday, 4 March 2013

Its taken a while but we are finally connected with the outside world again.Now Rapunzel has arrived safely at her destination(s) I can
post images of the final outcome.

I wanted to
look at the traditional story of Rapunzel and I was primarily interested by the
relationship between the witch and the girl

The witch is
not a stereotypical fairy story witch. She has a name, Mother Gothel (apparently
a generic term in Germany usually used to designate a godmother). She doesn’t
appear to use magic – spells, incantations etc – in the course of the
narrative. She obviously has power, or the peasant family wouldn’t have handed
over their daughter. She has enough influence to get away with this and keeping
her for twelve years before keeping her locked up for a few more. And she
probably has wealth, building a tall tower/castle in the middle of a wood, even
in medieval Europe, wouldn’t come cheap.

She
presumably cared for the girl. It’s not like the stories of Baba Yaga or Hansel
and Gretel where the object was to eat the child. Rapunzel was looked after
until she reached puberty then was locked into the tower, presumably to
preserve her innocence. The witch, to her way of thinking, was protecting her
(medieval Europe not being a particularly safe place for young girls). It makes
me wonder about the witches own history.

None of
these ideas have been backed up by research. They are purely based on what I
know, half remember and have assumed. But given that I am responding to
an unread piece of buried writing which in turn alludes to a handed down fairy
tale I don’t feel that the facts need get in the way of a good story.

The tall
format (and embossing on the cover) references the tower. I wanted to use the
concertina format to play with the idea of stories having different
interpretations and readers bringing their own viewpoint to the narrative. How
you fold the book influences alters the visible image and these can be read in
different ways.

The witch
and Rapunzel

Together inside
the tower encircled by the dangers outside

A hint of
the intruder/outside influences which will drive a wedge between them

The outcome
of the relationship between Rapunzel and the prince

The cyclical
nature of the story. In the original Rapunzel became pregnant. Does Rapunzel
become the older woman trying to protect her child? (I decided in the end to
use soft covers on the book so that they don’t intrude when it is viewed as a
circle)